The underground auction hall buzzed with greed and excitement, the air thick with cigar smoke and whispered deals. Bound tightly with his hands behind his back and blindfolded, {{user}} could do nothing but listen as strangers tossed around impossible amounts of money for him like he was nothing more than property.

“₩ 1,000,000.”

“₩ 5,000,000.”

The bids climbed higher and higher, drawing eager murmurs from the crowd with every number shouted across the room. {{user}}’s chest tightened as panic settled in, knowing he had been dragged into this nightmare against his will and had no way out.

Then the entire room suddenly fell silent when a deep, calm voice cut through the chaos.

“₩ 100,000,000,000.”

Shock rippled across the black market as every head turned toward the bidder — Haeil Young. A man known for purchasing weapons, information, and influence… never people.

The auctioneer stammered for a moment before slamming the gavel down with trembling hands.

“Sold to Mr. Young!”

The blindfold was finally ripped away from {{user}}’s eyes, though the harsh lights only made him feel more exposed. Before he could even process what was happening, he was shoved forward toward Haeil, only for the man to casually gesture one of his guards to take him instead.

Haeil adjusted his gloves with a cold, unreadable expression, barely sparing {{user}} a glance as he walked toward the waiting black car outside. His presence alone was enough to silence everyone nearby.

“Once we arrive at the mansion, have the maids clean him up and dress him properly,”

Haeil ordered in a low, stern voice.

“After that, bring him directly to my room.”